what language are you speaking? cause it sounds like bullsh*t
09-17-2016, 08:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-04-2016, 06:00 PM by Evelyn.)
Even though autumn had arrived, it wasn't as chilly as the pale woman had thought it would be. She was still healing up from her battle with Avalon, but the worst of it was over. Her muscles were still bouncing back, but she was still just as limber as she was before. There was something that she was really craving though, and that was a good swim. So she headed down to the beach, the breeze that blew off the salt water cooling her overheated coat. The pale woman let out a sigh and ran into the water, which splashed up over her legs and belly. It stung her still healing wounds, but it was almost a little tickle of pain that sent a shiver down her spine. Mm, it was all just so much good at once. Mercy stepped until her paws no longer touched the bottom, paddling along in the briny water. She didn't have an end goal in mind, but some fish sounded rather nice. Grinning, she dove under and opened her purple eyes under water. Not even thinking about the stinging sensation that soon took over, she swam towards the nearest school of silver fish. She quickly snapped her jaws shut, but got nothing but water. Growling, she swam back up to the surface for air. It would be nearly impossible to catch the fish like this, they were just too fast for her to keep up with. Frowning, she dove back under and swam closer to the bottom of the ocean. If she couldn't get a fish, maybe she could find a crab or something. Quickly glancing around, she spotted something even better. A lobster! Kicking as fast as she could so she wouldn't run out of breath, she reached out and quickly grabbed the lobster by the tail. Feeling a burning in her lungs, she kicked off the ocean floor and swam to the surface, not remembering to watch out for the claws. Before she broke free of the water, the lobster flipped up and clasped onto her noise. Mercy let out a shriek without meaning to, sucking water into her air starved lungs. The pale woman bit down harder, she wasn't letting go of her prize. Making it to the surface once more, she tried to suck in air but only choked on it. Coughing, she saw an island nearby and paddled over to it as quickly as she could. The lobster still had her nose, blood trickling down her muzzle now. This damn thing was going to die now. Making it to the shore and still unable to take a deep breath, the scarred woman was struggling. Letting out a loud growl, she strutted over to the closest rock and flopped to her side, slamming the crustaceans down on top of it. She heard the shell crack, but it wasn't enough. She stood up and did it again, also slamming her side against the sands to pound the water out of her lungs. Two birds, right? She aimed more for the head region, and with a third slam the stupid thing let go of her nose. Mercy leaned to the side and threw up all the salt water that she had swallowed, and rid it from her lungs. Sucking in a deep breath, she looked at the tiny grains that covered her coat. Giving the dead lobster the stink eye, she ran back into the water and rid herself of the sand. Shaking her coat out under the water, she walked back onto the shore and picked up her snack. She carried it into the foliage, not wanting to look like the beach was clinging to her fur. Once the ground was taken over by plush undergrowth, she flopped down and sunk her teeth into her prize. Her nose still bled freely, the only thing she could smell was salt water and her own blood. I'll break down the walls, a high heel wrecking ball, and I won't let you tear me down, no "SPEAK" |
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.